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- Jul 29, 2011
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"After the negotiations with the Socorrans are complete we'll have everything we need to begin sales. The surplus of XR-50s and the retrofitted scraps will serve as the beginning of the Zigoolan military. Too long has the Republic, the Jedi, the Sith and the Mandalorians followed a path too extreme. We conventional Dark Jedi are the only front of absolute reason. We are not unreasonable, we are not over-idealistic and we are not devoted to any one way of life. We are the great ones of reason, the forgers of the future. Never before have we been so enlightened. With the new war coming what better option do we have now than to become independent from them and begin again as new? If you're resilient and rugged enough you'll choose this path little taken."
The crowd stirred with agreement, Libero raised his lightsaber, ignited it and pointed at four crates below the stage and with a movement of the Force the lids were lifted and put aside. Revealed in two of the four containers were reproduced Bryar rifles accommodated with matching pistols, in the third small boxes of lightly-armored uniforms and in the fourth personal shield generators inspired by Gungan style and technology. The Agricultural Corps fallout Jedi looked to each other and nodded. The entire sixty-four of them were hand selected by the "founding five". With Libero's life insurance money left by his mother, the Zigoolan Commonwealth was forged out of a dozen hundred Dark Jedi colonists from every around the galaxy.
"This small shipyard is the beginning of our independent state, nation and culture. Pure reason will drive this collective and the government will be democratically decided by the participants approved and contributing to the cause." A small round of agreements assured Libero and he turned his lightsaber off, looking to his four colleagues. Turning back he acknowledged everyone with a salute and turned away; his brown leather cloak trailing behind him.
"Hey there, you from around here? Don't think I recognize you."
The crowd stirred with agreement, Libero raised his lightsaber, ignited it and pointed at four crates below the stage and with a movement of the Force the lids were lifted and put aside. Revealed in two of the four containers were reproduced Bryar rifles accommodated with matching pistols, in the third small boxes of lightly-armored uniforms and in the fourth personal shield generators inspired by Gungan style and technology. The Agricultural Corps fallout Jedi looked to each other and nodded. The entire sixty-four of them were hand selected by the "founding five". With Libero's life insurance money left by his mother, the Zigoolan Commonwealth was forged out of a dozen hundred Dark Jedi colonists from every around the galaxy.
"This small shipyard is the beginning of our independent state, nation and culture. Pure reason will drive this collective and the government will be democratically decided by the participants approved and contributing to the cause." A small round of agreements assured Libero and he turned his lightsaber off, looking to his four colleagues. Turning back he acknowledged everyone with a salute and turned away; his brown leather cloak trailing behind him.
On one of the three XR-50 corvettes protecting the small shipyard Initio waited in orbit protecting the stationary transport, tavern and inn known as the Gray Den held around three hundred patrons twenty-four hours a standard day. Within everyone from commoners living in a home other than the shipyard itself to s mall-time starbound mercenaries and pirates assisted by the corvettes owned and operated by the Zigoolans. In the tavern a bartender stood ready to serve drinks to the newly recruited and veteran of the Liberum Colony on Zigoola as well as the laborers and shipwrights of the Initio.
The bartender looks to you,
The bartender looks to you,
"Hey there, you from around here? Don't think I recognize you."